11:11 p.m. That's when she came stumbling into his living room, tripping over everything in her path. Dean looked up from his laptop in surprise.
"Um..Chloe? How the hell did you get in here?"
"Sammy gave me lock picks last christmas."
Jingling them happily in his face, she all but fell into his lap. He scrambled for the laptop before it hit the floor and placed it carefully on the coffee table. Normally he'd be happy to be in this kind of situation. Who wouldn't be happy with a cute girl in their lap?
But not with Chloe. She'd been like a sister to them after they'd worked with her while hunting wendingos in Vancouver. She popped in every now in then, when she had a lead or needed one, but it was never permanent.
Neither Sam, nor him had ever thought of her in any kind of romantic way. Maybe it was because Dean has his fair share of women throwing themselves at him and she'd never been one, and Sam still wasn't over Jessica's death. But Dean knew her well enough to know something must be wrong for her to have drunk her way halfway to stupid.
"Alright, spill the beans kid." She snorted and slapped his arms. "I don't have any beans. How can I spill them?" "You know what I mean. What's got your panties in a twist, hm?"
That moment hardly seemed appropriate to notice the incredibly short dress he had failed to notice in her dramatic entrance was inching up almost far enough to expose said panties cupping her ass. And for some reason, the thought of what kind she might be wearing made his denim jeans suddenly very uncomfortable to be in. She had a nice ass.
He'd bet anything it would be soft as cream under his hand. Maybe he'd give it a quick stroke to see….what the fuck was wrong with him? He was sitting there admiring his "sister's" (very fine) ass. What would be next? Openly gawking at her breasts? Which were probably just as nice..stop it!
"Dean?" she murmured, rolling over to look up at him. "Hm?" "When the hell did you become one sexy son of a bitch?" "You're drunk." "Not drunk enough. Got anything strong?" "Nothing I'm letting you drink."
"Aw Dean. Just a sip?" Her hand, which had been stealthily caressing his leg slipped down, causing him to jump and her to fall onto the floor with a thud..
"Whoa, whoa. What do you think you're doing?" She pushed herself up onto her elbows and shoved the hair out of her face. "Oh c'mon Dean. I think you're smart enough to get my hint." "And whats the hint? That I'm being sexually harassed by a family friend?" She struggled to get to her feet, and shakingly tried to take a step.
Dean caught her as she fell forward.
Which was what she wanted apparently, because she used it as an opportunity to wrap her arms around his neck. "Don't tell me you haven't thought of me in any other way Dean. Ever thought of me in the shower? Or maybe while you were rubbing one off? Maybe while you were fucking someone else?" Her warm breath tickled his ear and she nipped at the lobe, sucking it into her mouth. He hissed. "I can honestly say I have never thought of you in any of those situations." Okay so maybe it was a lie. Maybe he had let his mind wander to her once or twice, then written it off as healthy lust.
Didn't mean he was about to act on it. "Look, why don't you sit down and I'll fix you some tea or water or something and we'll wait until Sam gets back with supplies."
"Ooo kinky. I guess he can join if you guys are into that kind of thing. I never thought much of Sam in a sexual way but now that I am thinking about it, he does have that sorta 'sex me up in the library, on top of the books' vibe going for him…"
"NO! Th-that's not what I meant! God…that's so…Geez! Sit down!" She obeyed, smirking up at him. Damn there was something sexy about that evil little smirk. "Yessir. You know, it kinda gets me hot when you're so aggressive like this. I bet you're like that in bed too, huh? Push me into a wall, yank my hair, bite my neck…"It was starting to feel a little hot. A perfectly normal response to an attractive woman spouting dirty things at him, he assured himself. As long as he held out til Sam got back…
"Get me out of this dress."
It was the way she said it, all rich and sexy-like, that made him lose the last centimeter of control he had been clinging onto. Next thing he knew, he had her tackled and pinned to the floor, one hand pressed against her throat to keep her from getting away.
"I'm not going to sleep with you," he growled through gritted teeth. "Who are you trying to convince?" she purred, wriggling her hips. The movement shot straight up his groin and he bucked against her. "Not gonna sleep with you," he muttered again, even as he rolled his hips forward to clash with hers. Rock forward ,draw back, rock forward. Technically it wouldn't be sleeping with her right? Still, it had to look bad, humping her with both their clothes still on like some puppy love teenager who was barely discovering the joys of dry humping.
What are you doing man? You're Dean Winchester. You get ass. Tons of ass. Where's your legendary sex skills?
Roughly, he shoved a hand up the hem of her dress and grabbed a fistful of lacy panty. Red. He was betting on red. The quietest girls always had the naughtiest underwear and he was betting she was right in the middle. Too bad for white, too good for black. Sexy nonetheless. He yanked. And almost blew his load right there.
In his hands were the smallest pair of black and white pinstriped panties.
They were phenomenal. And screamed Chloe.
"Sweet Jesus, girl. You're going to kill me." "Uh…What are you guys doing?" Dean jumped away from Chloe's warm body when Sam's voice broke through the moment. "Uh..um…um….Sammy! This isn't what it looks like." "Really? Cause it looks like you on top of Chloe with her …girly things in your hand and one second from screwing her brains out."
"Oh. Then it's exactly what it looks like."
"I won't mind if you want to watch Sam. Or join in…" Sam spluttered in shock as he looked down at her and quickly looked away. "P-put some clothes on Chloe, for Gods sake." She did quite the opposite, shrugging the dresss off and tossing it at his feet. "Come make me put some clothes on. You'll have to touch me though. Just putting that out there." Dean forced himself to look away. This was so not happening.
There was not some hot little thing laying almost completely naked on the floor of their hotel room, basically begging them to take her. Sam grabbed his elbow and lead him away.
"What did you give her?" "I didn't give her anything! She was drunk when she got here!" "So you just let her in and decided to take advantage of her?" Dean snorted. "Take advantage of her? She was taking advantage of me! And I didn't just let her in. She got in with those lock picks you gave her, genius." "Oh..um… well what do we do with her. Tie her up until she'd sober?"
"Now there's an idea."